Today was long. R had an appointment in Dandenong at ten o'clock, more on that in another post, and then we went on to Mother's to do a couple of things for her and take her out for lunch and to the doctor's and the shops. Unlike the last time R took her out, this time she managed to put her petticoat on under her dress instead of over it. She only realised, and no one, including R, noticed she had a petticoat on over her dress. She passed by a mirror and realised her clothing faux pas.
It has been a very windy day. As we left Mother's to go out for lunch, a large dead tree branch had fallen off a tree on her nature strip. Upon our return, a window on her front porch was smashed. The wind and a rotten window sill combined to do the damage. Tradie Brother may not want to waste time, energy and money on a house that will be bulldozed in a few years, but I think he has to do some patching up now.
We arrived home after five after leaving home at nine. Too much missy.
I need the internet after such an absence. Yesterday I was rereading End of Empire, the Malaysian chapter. For anyone English, I assure you I don't read it with a sense of glee. I read of a massacre of twenty four people in a Malay village by the Scots Guard in 1948. Blow me down, I look at today's electric Guardian, and a headline says, Relatives Lose for Malaya Massacre Inquiry. The world is full of co-incidences.
But if you want a cracking story about Australia, look at a foreign newspaper. Emu underpass planned for Australia was the headline. An expert suggests emus are too stupid to use such a facility. He is possibly correct. Pacing with a car alongside a road is quite pointless and burns up a lot of emu energy. As I have never heard of this story from an Australian news outlet, I don't expect I will ever hear of a follow up.
For today, read yesterday.